Chapter 142 The Five Elements (2/2)

When the thick and dark matter dissipated, even the king of Mirage Demon appeared to be stunned. It did not expect Shen Lian could escape so soon.

Song Qingyi kept the talisman he was holding in his hand.

One could only see the flash of a golden sword. Shen Lian stood under the Indus tree and the king of Mirage Demon was already cut into half. It struggled for a while on the floor, then turned into smoke and dissipated into heaven and earth.

Shen Lian drew his Xuande sword. The golden glow blended with the Qing Guang. It was the nirvana fire. The sword did not catch fire. Shen Lian could hear the wind whizz through the Nine Heavens.

A smile rose from deep down his heart. It was the first time he felt the joy of rebirth. It was akin to the first bloom of flower after the end of winter.

The Qi within the Xuande sword started to vibrate for unknown reasons. All the remaining fire on the Indus tree was absorbed into the sword.

As the fire disappeared, the Indus tree began to shrink. In the end it was only the height of half a human. It still let out a strong fire and wood spiritual power.

Spiritual power tended to refer to the supernatural power in heaven and earth, for instances, the Qi of vitality, or the power of cultivators, or even the power of the common belief. Spiritual power could be further split into five elements – metal, wood, water, fire and earth. Every power in the world belonged to the five elements.

Song Qingyi walked towards him and said, ”I did not know you are carrying an item of Gong De. It is fortunate that there was not much of the Nirvana Fire left, and hence you were able to absorb it.”

Shen Lian replied, ”I did not intend to hide anything from you.”

Song Qingyi said in a leisure manner, ”Do you think I will be angry about it? You have your own reasons and I am not that petty. I am just a bit confused.”

He laughed when he said the word ‘confused’.

Shen Lian could tell he was being honest, and he felt that Song Qingyi was someone worth befriending. Because of that, he felt even guiltier because he did not present himself with honesty.

The stars remained the same. They met, and they parted. Song Qingyi took the Indus tree with him. It was not because they now had a barrier between them, but as the Indus tree would be useful to Song Qingyi for his cultivation, he would stay there to cultivate for at least a few days.

Shen Lian needed not to worry about Song Qingyi’s safety the moment he saw the formation of three Dao soldiers formed by three soybeans. The spiritual pressure of the soldiers was compatible to those cultivators who had reached the stage of Qiaodong. He could tell that nobody could do anything to him below the stage of Huandan.

He had a few hundred beans in his pocket.

They were made by first applying the spells on the beans. According to rumors, with Lu Jiuyuan’s power, the soldiers formed by such spells could have the level of Powang.

If there were thousands or hundreds of such Dao cultivators, if they all attained longevity, it would be something terrifying.

Shen Lian walked steadily out of the desert, stomping every step firmly into the ground. The cold wind did not settle down. Occasionally there was the howling of the wolf pack, but when Shen Lian walked past the pack, none of the wolves realized his presence.

He further constricted his breath to the extent that not even wolves can detect it.

Furthermore, he had completely eliminated the sound from his movement.